I wonder if you've ever ran to your bed to hide under the covers,
If you've ever held your pillow tightly
and cried urgent tears and begged to every god
that you would just fall asleep through your burning sobs
YOU ARE READING
Fragments
Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
